Ever since he's come back I've been avoiding him. If I saw him walking down the hall I'd turn the corner, If he called I'd shoot him a quick and vague text saying I'm busy, if he texts I wouldn't respond I just left it on read. If he's noticed, which I'm positive he has, he didn't bother calling me out on it- well not until yesterday at least.
He waited outside of my 5th period class and dragged me into the boys bathroom. He looked...hurt? I don't know I've never been good at reading people's emotion. HE started questioning why I was avoiding him and I didn't know how to respond to him.
I couldn't just say, "Because I love you! I love you so much that it hurts but you don't feel the same..."
I ended up being angry but not at him, I was angry at how unfair life and everything was.
"You keep avoiding me and it sucks-" I never let him finish that sentence, I ended up yelling at him about not everything revolves around him. His eyes lost some light to it, and his expression went deathly cold.
"Fine. Sorry for being worried about a friend. Bye." HE left the bathroom in a hurry, leaving me stunned. I didn't know what hurt more. The cold expression or the emphasis on 'friend'
No, neither hurt more than knowing the fact I hurt him, I hurt him deeply all because I couldn't get the image of him and whoever the hell heather was out of my mind. I hurt him out of sheer jealousy.
I hated myself even more for blaming heather when the only person to be blamed was me...only me...
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I Wish I Were Heather BXB
RomanceA diary of a boy who was in love but wasn't someone who could be loved.... A diary about the boy who wished...he was heather... A book diary about a boy who could never be heather... "Third of December" a busy month for a lot of people THIS WAS BOO...
